New Ulm weekly review., 1887-06-22

warm gray eyes, shining lustrously
from beneath long, dusky lashes.
above which were fnel -pencilled eye
broWs Of the same dark hue, which
formed a curious contrast to her gold
en- hair. She had perfect command
of our language, though she spoke it
with a winning little accent, which adj.
ded another charm to her alre ady suf-
icient share. She had travelled much;
and was a little shocked and disap-
pointed at seeing her, after daintily
slipping her coffee, detach from her
chatelaine, where many odd strinkets
were suspended, a small cigarette case
of repousse gold, from which she alb
stracted a tiny cigarette aud, with a
lovely smile, murmuring .'Haye I
your permission. madame?" place it.
between her perfect lips. There was
nothing unfeminine in her manner,
but the action shocked my old-fash-
ioned prejudices,' though as the small
object was being consumed | could not
but admire the rare grace and perfect
ease OF her every gesture.
One other guest completed the circle
in my salon that evening, He was. an
Italian, a dark oliye-skinned son of the
south, who had not often been one OF
my kafee- -klatsch. I could not, with
all my efforts, discover his real mission
to this country. He had been introduce
sd to me by a common friend who had
met him while travelling abroad, and
who had been greatly pleased by his
brilliant social qualities and by his
wonderful musical talent. De Vendosa
had asked my permission to call and,
charmed by so gifted a being, had
cordially welcomed him. This was
only the third time had received MIN,
and that evening will be ever marked
by white stone in my memory.
Every one of us had travelled exten-
sively and were thoroughly acquainted
with foreign countries and customs.
The rare descriptions of persons and
places which We're scattered so careless
ly that night would have adorned the
finest works of travel. Such bon mots!
such epigrams! and then such music!
My beloved little upright fairly awoke
to a new life under the wonderful
manipulation Of M. DeVendosa And
as the beautiful Swede responded to
our solicitations and poured food of
harmony from her fair white throat
broadcast into the room, we mutely
glanced from one to another in the
eliminating rapture Of an enjoyment
which was too deep for words.
And alas! such festival must ever
be associated in my mind with my
lrreparable loss! bemoaned my mis-
fortune to Mrs. Van Wort, and she
shared my sorrow and advised all sorts
OF schemes for the recovery of the herr
loom. | told Dr.. Farnsworth of the
ill-luck which had befallen me, and he
promised to do all in his power to re-
pair it; and so affected was I by my
loss that l could not refrain from
speaking OF it, on his next visit, to De
Vendosa.
''Do you remember the last evening
you passed with me?" 1 asked, and
wondered a little at the rush of color
which of sudden, dyed his dark
cheek.
II do indeed, madame he replied,
courteously with the gallantry Of his
nation. ''Can one who has once par
taken Of madame's charming hospitali-
ty ever cease to remember it?''
acknowledged his fattering reply
and said, "Ah, but monsieur, wish to
recall to you that one evening in partic-
ular, when you and Nine. Ericsson en-
chanted us with your beautiful music?"
Perfectly, madame, perfectly, he
replied; and then, as if impatient. of the
subject, he moved towards the piano
saying, will it please you if give you
little more music?''
I acquiesced of course and he played
for some time, improvising at intervals,
and finally gliding into strange, weird
Swedish foIk-song with which Nine.
Ericsson had charmed us on that mem
orable evening), in the midst Of which
he stopped suddenly, leftthe piano and,
approaching me, bade me hasty,
though courteous farewell. He made
no apology for his abruptness, and
could only account for it by remem-
bering the impulsive character of his
nation. But in recounting to Dr.. Farms
worth his evident impatience at the
subject OF our conversation and his odd
and mysterious actions, my good friend
looked q little suspicious and put me
through rigid examination as to the
length of my acquaintance with the
young italian and the value and genu-
ineness Of his credentials.
Perhaps he could tell you something
Of the mysterious disappearance Of the
pitcher he suggested.
''Nonsense!'' I replied, testify, for
was really fond of the brilliant young
foreigner and felt utterly sure that he
was as innocent Of the theft us the doc
tor himself.
Cant tell; foreigners, Italians es-
pecially, are apt to feel a strong predi-
lection for others goods. I think TIL
institute some inquiries concerning the
fellow. /" a
"You need do no such thing" said,
genuinely angry at his suggestion. II
would rather lose so cream jugs than
have that brilliant, lovable boy accused
Of so mean a crime, !
| Time went on and had to resign
myself to my loss. julia was almost
as much distressed as /, as the months